Top 31 Henri Cole Quotes
#1. Proximity to this death makes me nostalgic for the French language.
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#2. I feel like a jug in which wine is poured until it overflows.
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#3. There's no animal that sleep-deprives itself like the human.
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#4. Even the songbirds have levels of mercury in their blood and feathers.
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#7. Introducing the idea of beauty as a salve and of aesthetics making something difficult accessible.
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#8. spattering the walls with pulp and guano, like graffiti artists.
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#9. Over the past 30 years, hand grenades, tanks, fighter jets, missiles, helicopters and assault rifles have replaced traditional floral patterns in rug making and other textiles. Depicting these realities of war has helped the Afghan people to survive during times of conflict.
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#11. Words and phrases grew only slowly
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#12. How can I defend myself against what I want?
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#13. You see, my mind takes me far,
but my heart dreams of return.
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#15. We all came from our mothers' bellies. We all have hope in our veins. We don't want history to forget us, but the dead look after the afterwards.
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#16. My soft voice and demeanor were useless. In a pint jar, I carried a cremated friend, like flesh scraped from a cistern.
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#17. As language is sometimes audible before senses arrives.
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#19. the art of life, mostly, the art of avoiding pain
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#20. Like something abstract deep within us-
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#22. Why was the salt of wisdom no good to him?
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#25. In truth, I'm still slightly embarrassed to say, I am a poet. I'd rather say, I make poems.
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#26. The thick, caressable curls if his hair.
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#27. Releasing big sparks of rain that seem almost to bruise me
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#28. Was I happier there in my loneliness
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#29. I intended to make a poem about the superiority of language over brute force
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#31. A plague of snow, fluffy and dry before it hardens and grips the trees, the walls, and the cars parked haphazardly everywhere. When I walk to the little market a few blocks away, it feels like a test of endurance.
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